Grosse Pointe Blank Page #19

DR. OATMAN

Okay. Repeat this after me.

MARTIN:

Out Loud?

Martin looks to Debi. She looks up and smiles. We hear Dr.

Oatman's command, Martin mumbles them back.

MARTIN:

...I am at home with the me. I am

rooted in me, who is on this

adventure.

DR. OATMAN

Take a deep breath and realize, that

this is me breathing.

MARTIN:

This is me breating.

Martin takes in a few breaths.

MARITN:

Alright, look. I gotta go.

DR. OATMAN

And don't kill anyone.

MARTIN:

Right. Don't kill anyone...

INT. MARTIN'S SUITE - SAME

Felix rummages delicately around the room. He goes to the

NIGHTSTAND:

The reunion invite.

FELIX:

picks it up and scans it.

EXT. GROSSE POINT HIGH SCHOOL - DUSK

Lardner and McCullers sit it the parking lot. They watch

Martin and Debi pull into a space.

LARDNER:

He's falling for her. Look at him.

MCCULLERS:

He using her.

LARDNER:

You're wrong. Look at his face.

MCCULLERS:

One cannot love and kill.

LARDNER:

(defensive)

I love. I kill.

MARTIN AND DEBI:

climb out of the car. Martin, breathing deeply and wiping

his sweaty palms, leans against the car and tries to calm

himself. Eighties music echoes from the gym.

MARTIN:

(to himself)

Shoulda brought my gun.

DEBI:

What?

He pulls himself off the car and heads toward

GROSSE POINTE HIGH SCHOOL

A sprawling red-brick Gothic structure with many wings. It

is topped by church-like towers. It's scary.

INT. GYM - NIGHT

Martin and Debi enter and pause to take in the entire scene.

A benevolent Ronald Reagan hangs crookedly above. Basketball

nets are swung back, draped with crepe. Lights are half-low

and the music is loud. Alumni are dancing.

ARLENE:

Welcome back! I'm Arlene Oslott-

Joseph.

MARTIN:

I'm Martin Blank.

DEBI:

Debi Newberry.

Debi heads off into the gym, smiling back as she strands

Martin. Arlene rises from a card table. They have little to

say. Martin wasn't part of her crowd.

ARLENE:

Marty, you haven't changed a bit!

MARTIN:

Don't say that.

Arlene gives him a NAMETAG. As a special torture, the tags

have YEARBOOK PHOTOS. Martin looks at the name tag

uncomfortably.

ARLENE:

We had pictures put on, that way

everybody knows who everybody was!

MARTIN:

Wonderful.

ARLENE:

So, what are you doing now?

MARTIN:

Whatever I can get away with.

She smiles at his joke and is immediately distracted by the

next arrival. Martin moves off...

ARLENE:

(to the next person)

Isn't it cute. It's so everybody

knows who everybody was!

He circles the crowded gym. Looking for familiar faces. He

stops at the open bar.

BATENDER:

What can I make you?

MARTIN:

Beer.

The bartender gets him a beer. Martin recognizes a guy at

the bar. He is well-appointed and shiny. He is KEN ALDRIDGE.

MARTIN:

Hey, Ken. How have you been?

KEN:

(glancing at Martin's

name tag)

Hello Martin. How have you been?

MARTIN:

Not bad. You?

Bob Destephano arrives next to them and orders a drink. Eye

contact is made.

KEN:

Hello, Bob.

MARTIN:

Hey, Bob.

Bob turns slightly toward them. They continue in their

conversation.

KEN:

I'm an attorney. I'm with Moss, Brice

& Fromeyer.

MARTIN:

That sounds pretty interesting...

Bob wants to join the conversation but doesn't know how.

KEN:

Sometimes. I'm in divorce, mainly.

Some property. Some personal injury.

MARTIN:

Those all seem kind of related...

Bob takes another drink and mopes off, Martin watches him

go.

MARTIN:

Tragedy makes you thirsty.

Ken chuckles. The bartender arrives with the bottle. Martin

grabs it and begins to move off.

MARTIN:

Well... I have to take this over to

Debi.

KEN:

Here. Take my card. Wait a minute...

here's a special one. For top-shelf

clients.

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